Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It took us some as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as things stood, we needed a
I the Pope, I considered you.
But the Pope got enough tanks for me
and he drives no 603.
So beat is Stef-f, Real Raz the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, Mars needs Boris
Sound is OMNITRON, the walls of
- No 98-Olds, no
But the grind funk railroad,
the sure-win strategy: eat toad.
The jamming station,
the strip-mining district and the Iron

An I for an I at the current of exchange;
another reduction, target in range.
Burning - what a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no soul - to sell?
The better hand with the upper few as it
the alarm punched the jaw of my jingle-bell dreams
Dog eat hot dog takes the loss but no bids
and the sweets lost taste in the mouths of the well-behaved kids.

Laughter and
drink and
The around.
often than less
we to excess
The pulls us down.

if you love the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should they sing along?
love - what a smell!
Silly goat - where's my
Got no soul - to sell?
Can we more faith in him than in publicity drives?
or should science fill our heads as it our lives?

The Second in a second or maybe too late, or
another seeking another creator.
There are so many futures that we may to live in
- the can't be given.

Laughter and
and rejoice
The around.
Amnesia
to our lives
we drown.

Honk if you to bonk up the honky tonk teenies.
Industrial history some pretty good sceneries.
Buffalo soldiers, splice tapes and abide
for the scorched policy has us all up for a ride.

The second COMECON in suit and felt-pen moustache;
stone-faced bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the pigs and crooks who die in the telly
our will be smelly.